" It's...her," Annie said quietly. "Not him. Not he."Mr. Cohen shook his head."So now you're a drag queen now, huh?" I'm not a drag queen," Annie said... "It's not the same thing."Mr. Cohen frowned. "So you're saying you're not one of those she-males?" Mr. Cohen, we don't use that term. We're transgender." Well forgive me. I'm not up on all the proper phrases that you tranniesuse." Sir, that's another one we don't use." Well, I'll be. There are a whole lot of words we can't use, huh? Youstill. ”“I didn’t think so! Hell, son, even I’m not a professional wrestler. I’m a history teacher. The only reason I’m your coach is that I went to Nebraska on a wrestling scholarship. But I got my degree in history.” He started pacing behind his desk, and then fixed me with a steely glare. “My point, Mr. Hughes, in case you missed it...”Indeed I had.“My point is that wrestling is a good sport; it’ll teach you a lot of the things you’ll need to be successful in life, but you need an education if you. Hey, when we get back to the house, I want to see what your butt looks like.”“That’s kind of private, wouldn’t you say?”Franny could be quite persuasive too, “Oh come on, just one peek so I can see how it went.”“All right, I guess it wouldn’t be so bad for you to see it. I admit it’s a bit sore back there.”When Ellen lowered her clothes, her friend was impressed. “Wow, you are pretty red back there, even though it was over your trousers. If only those guys could have seen what they did to you –. "Well I'm not." Arthur said as he glared at his son. "You're not going towork for me to pay it off like you might think you would. I'm not makingit that easy. You'll have to find yourself a job somewhere and pay it offyourself." "But dad,--" Rick tried to say."No buts, that's my last word on the subject." Arthur said as he put the billaway. "How am I going to pay it off?" Rick thought; as he took off his hat andgown, headed down to the race track to watch the female, Japanese racers. "What am I.